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It is now too late for you to
Straighten up and

Fly right!
You have failed to pass
The test of time.
It is too late to love your neighbor
There is nothing left to do now
But go back into the nothingness
From whence you come.


Day and night will no longer
Be separated by the sun
And the moon.
The sun will no longer co-operate
With your demand for light.

The children are suffering
My elders are unhappy-
And do not - want to live
Upon this planet again.
All the worms have turned;
Every punched has been pulled;
You have failed to pass
The test of time.


No more shall you remember
the promise of eternity.
The moon is blood red
The rivers are bleeding,
Mother Earth’s blood.
She has been savagely raped
And abused.

I will not restore knowledge that has been
Lost or misused.
You had the law and
you did not use it.

To those of you who have been
so unkind an untoward my creations.
You have failed to pass...

The test of time throughout the ages.
Fire rages
I am speaking from

my God-mind.
I am fed up
 
Finally.

When the grid
Breaks; And the earthquakes,
"Too late to remedy the plunder."
The senseless murders and destruction.
No way to balance the metabolism
No way to love your brothers
Of different colors.
Back to the void--Back to the nothingness,
that you were before
I imagined you.
I am now rescinding my breath
Revoking the stewardship.

I will in one million years recreate
a new species.
They will decipher your written words;
And they will create laws that ban the ways
Of you new primitive men.

My new species will not
invent ways to ignore me,
I will pattern them after the Amish;
They will be good stewards of
"Mother Earth". 
and...Will become at one with the
With the universe and Its Laws.

But as for you, your time is done;
Back you go into the dark hole.
And you will become undone.
No-one on my new planet
Will discover you.

You have failed to pass
The test of time;
There’s no way now to keep time.
Now there are no righteous left, to
Make things
Right.

Blessed are the ones that have
Already transcended
Before times words were rescinded.
And I who created you:
Decided to end it.

Message to the masses
Concerning the madness...



Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2018
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